Unknown Regions Salvage (Open)

[Armand Temi]

No wonder Armand thought the Mando's last name was Skirata! He had inadvertently used The Force to detect his name versus what he had actually heard. The Hapan doctor lowered his voice as they made their way to the medbay. "Yes I am a Jedi Padawan. I don't really want to advertise it with the crew. They are already suspicious of my motives I can certainly tell." Armand continued: "You have a strong Force signature. Are you aware of that?"

[member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

"Force signature?" He thought for a second. "Does that mean I have the ability to move objects with my mind? and read people's thoughts?" he asked incredulously. He couldn't believe it. "Here, take this saber, just in case. It might come in handy." He bent down to take yet another saber off of a corpse and turned to hand it to Armand. "Well, It looks like we both have secrets to keep, and while we are on the topic, have you heard about the Rebel Alliance?" Verd waited for Temi's answer.

 

[Lenix Ornil]

Throughout the ensuing intrigue and discussion, the Squib was wandering about the halls with a large zip-up sack, as big as a human! The little salvage bot following along with him and R5, picking up sections of ancient technology, trinkets, and anything vaguely interesting to haul back, mostly electronics.

He opened a closet and found an old T-Series Astromech slumped over, long out of power but fully intact to the most part. the Squib became incredibly excited! Fumbling over and trying to find a power socket

"R5, you got the adapter?" the Droid warbled in droid speak about not being just a rolling toolbox, but handed him the adapter from within his storage space. The Squib hooked the universal adapter to the droid and booted it up. The droid chittered into like and replied in a flurry of stammered droidspeak, wondering where it was and why there was no atmosphere pressure in the cabin. Waking up after 1800 years must be disorientating!

[member="Verd Skirata"] [member="Armand Temi"] @Das General [member="Alena"] [member="Piraiba"] [member="Zaahir Asad"]

 

[Wan Min Brightsky]

Wan Min nodded her head in agreement, "Alright then, let's get out of here before we make any more stupid mistakes." Min and Alena made their way out of the cargo bay and towards the crew quarters. Piles of rubble and scattered remains lay in uneven piles throughout the hallways and corridors of the old Hammerhead-Class. Min made sure to grab a large zippered duffel bag along with her salvage kit as they made their way towards the crew quarters where, she hoped, they would be able to find information. "I don't like this Alena, not one bit. The sooner we can get off this hulk, the better. This is the creepiest salvage op I've ever run by far," she said. Min reached down and picked up a blaster rifle. "The only consolation I have is that we've found a spice mine here. We'll all make a fortune off the salvage. I just hope that Mister Temi fulfills his end of the bargain and destroys the virus samples if he doesn't find a cure," Min said in a depressed tone of voice.

The two found their way to the crew and officers' quarters. One of the doors was open. "From the looks of it, I'd say this is the captain's quarters. Let's see what our ship's former commanding officer kept around," Min said. The two entered the room, the emergency lights had come on after Ornil restarted the fusion reactor so they were no longer working in pitch black as they had been in the cargo bay. Min walked over to the captain's footlocker and jimmied it open with a pry bar. Inside were a few mementos that had survived the millennia. "A photo of what I'd assume to be his wife and child, a commendation from the Republic Navy for gallantry in battle...and a personal datapad," Min stated to her colleague. She pulled the items out of the footlocker and placed them in her duffel bag, except for the datapad. She took out a small portable battery she had in her salvage kit and plugged it into the datapad. It came to life, emitting a dull white glow. She tapped the screen to read the final entry aloud.

"Report of Captain Jaleer Varik, Republic Space Vessel 'Indefatigable' to Naval Intelligence Headquarters, Coruscant: 'We are making our way back to Coruscant from the Unexplored Regions with our cargo of hazardous materials that we captured from the Sith battle fleet near Miasma. This has been a trying mission for all of us, as our orders have had us take a circular route through the deepest parts of the Unknown Regions back to Republic space in an attempt to throw our Sith pursuers off course.Our scientists and medical technicians are in the process of studying the Sith manufactured viral hemorrhagic fever to see if they can understand the process by which it was designed and manufactured. Our Jedi escorts are troubled by the findings as are most of the crew. The Sith had intended on deploying this weapon over Corellia in an attempt to hamper our war effort against them, but I fear that they had much darker intentions: This plague, this...disease, could easily wipe out galactic civilization as we know it if its cure was not also resting in our medical bay. It is as dangerous as it is unpredictable. It would appear that our Sith enemies are much more ruthless than we originally expected. I thank the Force for our dedicated scientists and doctors, without their tireless efforts we would not have been able to manufacture a cure to what we are now calling the "Sith Plague."' Min read aloud.

She looked at the pad and noticed a personal note underneath the final report:

'I look forward to returning to Coruscant in a week's time to see Mara and little Sophie. This war has been long and tiring. I have lost too many fine men and women under my command already, I pray for a quick and speedy end to this conflict. I have spent too long on the bridge of a combat vessel, and look forward to a day very soon when I can return home and start a new life, a better life, one as far away from the death as possible. I think only of my wife's beautiful face and my daughter's innocent smile. When I return, I will be requesting a planetside posting until my period of service is completed. I have one year left on my commission, and I intend on spending it as close to my family as possible. May the force watch over us as we make our way back home," Min said as she choked back tears. The personal entry hit her harder than anything she had found so far. It was a rare occurrence that she would find something like this on a salvage mission. She looked around the room and saw a body in the corner next to the bed. The figure was dessicated, a picture lay in his frozen grip. She walked over. The body had on an officer's uniform, and the insignia of captain pinned to his shoulder lapel.

"Oh no, Force no. It's Captain Varik, he must have come back here after he gave the order to vent atmosphere, broke through the fighting somehow..." Min stated. She walked over and gently pried the image from the man's fingers. It was an image of a young, proud looking man in a naval uniform with his arm around a stunningly beautiful woman with red hair in a wedding dress. "Ale, he came back here to die with his wife's picture. We...I...I don't...know...," Min stammered as she started crying, overcome with emotion. The tears floated inside her helmet, obscuring her vision and fogging her visor. She reached down and hit the heating element activation on her left leg, it gave an audible click as it turned on. "Ale, they all died to keep the virus out of the hands of the Sith, and no one even remembers their names. Varik's wife Mara, his daughter Sophie, they spent the rest of their lives wondering what happened to him, why he never came home. Those records were classified and sealed by Republic Intelligence, technically I committed a violation of Republic and Coruscanti Law even reading the documents. No one knew until we came here. They died and no one came back to find them."

Min sobbed into her helmet, she locked her mag boots to the deck as she crouched down and put her back against the captain's bed. "We have to do something, Ale. No one should die like this and not be remembered," Min said. She looked down at the picture and traced the frame with her gloved hand. She looked to the captain's corpse and said, "We'll get you home Captain, find your wife and daughter so you can be with them again."


[member="Armand Temi"] [member="Verd Skirata"] [member="Zaahir Asad"] [member="Alena"] [member="Lenix Ornil"]

 

[Alena Reckar]

Alena followed Wan Min further into the innards of the vessel. The once pristine, white hallways of the cruiser were rent and torn, scraped and shot at, sundered by explosives. The sight itself was amazing, to see that something so stricken could survive for so long in the unforgiving of space. The pair traveled to the vessel's crew quarters, and further inside found the captain's chambers. What Alena saw she wouldn't soon forget; the corpse of the captain had been desiccated by depressurization, preserved forever in a disgustingly twisted perversion of his former self. Alena turned her gaze in disgust, not wanting to have to stomach the sight. She let her attention drift to the rest of the captain's room while Wan Min began to read entries from a datapad she'd found. Alena listened to the man's last story while rifling through his desk and cabinets. She found trinkets, odds and ends, datapads, power packs, but nothing of real interest or value. She heard Wan Min's voice break at one point, causing her to look the other woman's way. Minnie's eyes were red and her visor clouded from the heat rising from her face. Tears hung in the air before her face. Alena frowned and rushed to Wan Min's side, wrapping an arm around her waist and taking her hand. Alena wished she could have kissed her right then, and resolved to do just that once they'd returned to the Star's End. "Hey, hey, it's okay..." Alena muttered, after switching to a private channel. "I know this all has to mean something to you, but let's not get a head of ourselves, okay? Just let it serve as a reminder why getting rid of that stuff is so important. Cure or no, Minnie..." Alena's words broke just long enough for her to glance at the body of the captain once more. She swallowed a lump of fear in her throat. "We both know it can't be allowed to survive."
Alena took the datapad from Wan Min and brought the other woman to rest against the desk at the center of the room. Alena stayed with her, holding her, glancing over the words on the 'pad just as Min had. The story it told did tear at her heart, despite being over a thousand years old. It was a curious experience, though one Alena wasn't sure she wanted to repeat any time soon. They did indeed have a fortune here, and with it they could finally start building the life they wanted. The dream would certainly be different than it had before, after the last couple of days Alena and Wan Min had spent together had clearly changed their relationship. But that was okay with Alena, it was almost what she wanted to begin with.
"Let's go. I'm documenting everything we see here." Alena tapped the side of her helmet with a gloved hand. "We can make sure Captain Varik's story is finally told...most of it anyway." Alena wouldn't be releasing any information about the virus or the nature of Varik's mission, and hoped no one else would either. Prying eyes was the last thing they needed here, especially considering it would take months for their new crew to actually clear all the available salvage in the field. A heavy fortune, yes, but not an easy one. The emotional fortunate she would reap from her relationship with Wan Min was of a similar kind, grand, but heavy at the same time. They would need each other in the coming months and years, especially if things with the Sith got worse. Alena just hoped they didn't need each other any more during this operation than they already did. If it boiled down to it, Alena was resolved to take care of those samples herself.

[member="DasGeneral"]

 

[Wan Min Brightsky]

Min slowly stood up, sniffling and still crying though she was no longer sobbing uncontrollably like an infant. "I know Ale, we'll tell the crew's story when we get back. I just don't want to leave him here. He died for something, they all did. I won't let us just dump the crew's bodies bodies into space. They deserve a proper burial when we have gotten the ship secured, Ale. It's the least we can do for this crew and their families," Min said as she composed herself. She put the captain's picture into her duffel bag and placed a small proximity beacon in front of the bed. "Once we've done our survey, I'm going to come back here with a body bag and bring him back to the Star's End. If we can, I at least want to bury him planetside, Selvaris if we need to, Coruscant if possible. It might take a while, but he's going home. One way or another, Ale, he's going home," Min stated in a determined voice.

The two women made their way out of the Captain's Quarters towards the other crew quarters. One of the larger rooms contained the belongings of the Jedi who had been deployed on the ship to guard the Sith Plague. Inside the footlockers and storage containers were medical packs, stim packs, blasters, training lightsabers, and the other paraphernalia of Jedi training and readiness from that era. There was a single Jedi body inside the room, crushed between a bunk and the wall. Min reached over and retrieved his lightsaber, placing it in her duffel bag. She knew that by the end of this, she would have quite the collection. Dozens of Jedi and Sith had fallen on this ship. She'd be damned if she gave the Sith a proper burial, but the Jedi and Republic soldiers would get one when they were finished.

They made their way to the armory adjacent to the quarters and barracks. The door was jammed when Min tried to open it. She looked down at the green lightsaber hanging from her suit and activated it. "Stand back," she asked Ale as she stabbed the sword into the door and cut around the locking mechanism in the center of the double door. Wisps of air streamed out of the cut as Min finished cutting the door. The two women positioned themselves on either side of the cut and forced the door open, the ancient gears groaning in resistance as they shoved their weight into forcing the doors open.

When they got into the room, they saw a few bodies scattered around in an uneven distribution. "Force Ale, I think the whole crew must have gone down with this ship," Min said. The two women walked around the large room. There was some metal fatigue and corrosion which indicated to Min that there must have been some lingering atmosphere. "It looks like this room maintained some trace atmosphere after the venting, but not enough to damage any of the weapons too seriously. Glad we can't smell though, I wouldn't want to take a breath of that millennia old corpse rot," Min explained. She walked over to the wall and pulled down a large carbine blaster. "God Ale, the armory alone is worth a small fortune to weapons collectors. Look at these swords, the vibroblades and vibroswords, the blasters, hell there are racks of thermal detonators and frag grenades. Not to mention the Old Republic trooper armor. I feel bad making money off of this after seeing all of the dead bodies and the captain, but I think they'd want us to do something positive," she said.

Min set up another small proximity beacon to mark the area and they moved out. They followed the sloping corridors, Min and Alena picking up a few more lightsabers from fallen Jedi and Sith along with some rare blaster pistols and personal shield generators. They found the doors to the hanger wide open, and there were signs of heavy and light machinery having been pulled down here as the wind tore computers, droids, and other flotsam. In the back of the hanger, Min saw a full complement Aurek Class fighters and two Ministry Class shuttles sitting patiently, waiting for their crews to come and take them.

"Ale sweetheart, I think we've hit the jackpot."

[member="Alena"]

 

[Alena Reckar]

Alena smiled smally at Wan Min's determination to put the victims to rest. Collecting and caring after all those bodies would be a tall order, but they'd have to clear them anyways. "I don't think we can risk trying to get them to Coruscant, but perhaps we could deliver the bodies to the Republic?" Alena followed Min out of the housing section, collecting and marking more finds. Weapons were common, and in good shape, though she didn't trust thousand-year-old explosives. Too many explosives were dependent on organic molecules that weren't stable over long periods of time. Alena didn't know much about the explosives in this ship, but that made it almost more of a worry.
It wasn't until they reached the hangar that Alena felt they had a real prize. She took Wan Min's hand and squeezed it gently as Minnie declared their find. "Super jackpot, babe." She released Minnie's hand and stepped further into the hangar, reaching up to run a hand along the wing of one of the Aurek fighters.
She stopped after a moment and looked back at Wan MIn. "I'm a bit worried this all might be a bit much for us to move. If an government agency gets a sniff of this windfall before we've moved it all, they might jump down our throats claiming ownership. They still get the goods, but we're out our paycheck." Alena frowned, rapping the fighter's hull with a fist. "We'll have to wait a while after shifting the first few sales."

[member="DasGeneral"]

 

[Wan Min Brightsky]

Min smiled and squeezed Ale's hand back. "I think we can space this out evenly to sell them a few at a time to private collectors and the like. Besides, the Republic can't claim ownership of this. It's been derelict for over a millennia, I think we're good for selling as much as possible. No claimed systems for lightyears in any direction, and aren't you a lawyer by training? Couldn't you argue derelict salvage law?" Min asked.

"As for the bodies, I think we could at least try to get the Captain's body back home. The rest of them we could at least give them a proper space burial out here if we needed to. I'd rather get the bodies back to Selvaris if we could and request the honor from the Republic of bringing the Captain's body back home to Coruscant. The Sith might be ruthless bastards, but I doubt they'd put up a fuss over us burying one long dead captain," she said to her partner.

The two of them slowly made their way down the walkway and admired the ships, stopping at the end to look over the Ministry class shuttles. "I don't know about you, but I want to get one of these back home. It's beautiful craftsmanship, the type we just don't see anymore. This whole ship is a monument to the vision and ideals of the Old Republic, and it's something that the people of the Republic need to see. Someone needs to remind them that once upon a time the Republic was more than a collection of old warlords who surrendered their sovereignty for collective defense. It stood for something greater than desperately fighting back against the Sith. The Jedi need to be reminded that they too once stood for something more than training. This place, it's a mausoleum to everything the Old Republic stood for: Morality, Unity, and Democracy. These men and women gave their lives to defend their compatriots and all of us from the darkness," Min stated, slipping into her monologue lecturing voice.

"I know people don't talk like that anymore, but dammit Ale someone has to if we're ever going to build the Republic up again so it isn't just a collection of warlords and corrupt bureaucrats. This ship, its story can be more than a cautionary tale about the darkness. They stood up against the Sith and died, but in doing so saved future generations. I wish I had the strength of my convictions the way they did back then. That I was cursed to be born into such uncivilized times..." Min lamented.

She walked up the ramp into the Ministry class shuttle and examined it. "Everything checks out in here," Min said. She threw a small toggle switch on the shuttle's control board, bringing the small vessel back to life. "Ale, the power systems look good. The status board lights up green, RCS thrusters look good. If I didn't know any better, I'd say this ship practically just came off the assembly line," Min exclaimed.

She toggled her comm unit and signaled the rest of the crew, "How is everyone else checking out?"


[member="Armand Temi"] Verd Skirata Zaahir Asad [member="Alena"] Lenix Ornil

 

[Alena Reckar]

Alena was unconvinced. "My focus was as a law-maker, not the specifics of property law and limitations." She smirked, "Hence the politics." Shrugging, she followed Wan Min across the hangar. "It doesn't much matter anyways, the Republic and the Jedi could easily just decide to take it all over. They could claim historical preservation mandate, which trusts only the governing body of a society with the handling of its artifacts, historical monuments and articles. That's why only the Supremer Chancellor can declare a monument of Galactic importance. No other civilian body can, which is a stark contrast to the bureaucracy's typical practice of forming senatorial committees to handle all aspects of the government." It was all true, what she said, though it bordered closely with tyranny and totalitarianism. The idea that only a government can preserve culture was as misguided as the imperialist attitude of fighting for peace, or that there was no cost too high for freedom.
After a moment, Alena chirped up again. "Though the bodies should all go to their assigned government, which would technically still be the Republic. That's covered in the Republic's UMJC, Unified Military Judiciary Code. Basically, the corpses of the crewmen and soldiers are the property of the government to which they're assigned. It helps make insurance and funeral arrangements easier to manage, as it funnels all the red tape through whatever single entity the military relies on to process service members' deaths. Wrapping them up and delivering them to the Republic would be the right thing to do. They'll make sure the captain gets buried back home." Alena decided to shut up for the moment, she was rambling.
She followed Minnie up the ramp and into the shuttle she was so quickly enamored with. The vessel was in primo condition and Alena was impressed. She sidled up to Wan Min as the other woman looked over the shuttle's primary readouts. "Think we could keep it? For the next incarnation of the Star's End? It is a gorgeous little piece."

[member="DasGeneral"]

 

[Wan Min Brightsky]

Min agreed with what Ale said. "The last thing that any of us want is for the Republic and Jedi to come in and declare a historical preserve over this site. No one will ever come out here and they'll just make it into a target for the Imperial Remnant, the One Sith, or any other anti-Republic faction to come out here and desecrate when they want to send a message. Maybe you're right. We'll figure out a way to sell this bit by bit without attracting too much attention," she said.

"I know the Republic will take care of the Captain and crew, but it's been over a millennia since they died, I doubt that the Republic has the records going back that far for their next of kin or service records. Hell the records that I used to find the Indefatigable were fragmented at best. But, I'd at least like to see the bodies off to the proper authorities. Make sure our captain gets back home somehow."

"As for this shuttle, oh sweetie we're holding onto this. Our friends can fight over the other shuttle and we can talk about splitting the Aurek fighters between us. But this is coming back home with us," Min said as she ran her hand over the console. She reached over and activated the computer system, bringing up a boot screen with the Republic Roundel embossed in the center. Lines of code read out as the computer booted up. The navigation system, scanners, and other systems came to life. "Ale, I think I'm in love with this shuttle. I'm sorry to say but she's going to be the other woman in our relationship. These systems are perfect, it makes the old Imperial Lambda-Class look like a pile of bantha chit. Sleek lines, fast computer," Min said as she lovingly brushed her hand over the console. She reached over and activated the scanning system. "Looks like our friends are approaching the med bay. Here's hoping that they find their cure and information so we can get rid of the last of those viral samples..."

[member="Alena"]

 

[Alena Reckar]

They reached an agreement on the bodies that pleased them both, and Alena began looking about the rest of the shuttle. It was simple in design, and a prime target for modification. Wan Min too, had apparently fallen in love with the ship, and her comment brought a smile out of Alena as she ran a hand over a set of storage cabinets built into the side bulkhead. "That's fine...I was never one for monogamy anyway..." She muttered. "You know Minnie...I'm thinking a pair of extra armor plates to protect a couple key areas, beef up the guns, maybe even install a low-rated hyperdrive unit for microjumps. That'd be great for operations where our main ride is parked elsewhere." Alena smiled to herself, she had plenty of ideas coursing through her mind, and only hoped they'd please Wan Min.

[member="DasGeneral"]

 

[Lenix Ornil]

"They won't find a thing in the medbay." The Squib emerged from around the corner, in tow was the T-series droid (Who's admitted his name as T3-M8), seemingly having regained his bearings and happily whirring along. He looked around the hangar in awe at the treasure trove of abandoned scrap and ships, he noticed one of the two old fighters and smiled wide "Oh wow! I'm claiming that fighter. Everyone agree? Good." he spoke too quick to get a word in and raced over to it with his little entourage of droids, inspecting and looking over the ancient fighter before any of the two girls could stop him. Squibs were quick, and they knew how to get what they wanted "I think letting me have salvage rights of this sounds fair don't you Miss?" he called over "It fits well into our arrangement Won't you agree?" he smiled, before remembering why he'd come to find her. Leaving R5 and the salvage droid to inspect the ship he came back over

"I do apologize, I do like to stake a claim on what's mine, so no nobody can start to argue. Now, as I was saying, the Medbay is stripped of all the Viral cures. My new little friend informed me the Captain didn't want Sith re-inforcements to come in and find the cure, as well as the virus samples, so he hid the true cure vials, replacing the equipment in the lab with hydrochloric acid incase a Sith wanted to sample; Heh, I would have liked this man. Unfortunately a munitions explosion de-pressurized the hull whilst T3 here was stored away into a closet by his master, whilst the other droids were out saving the ship and got sucked out into vaccum."

This seemingly unrelated story was intriguing simply by the smirk on the Squib's face that showed he obviously knew something he wanted to let on

[member="Alena"] [member="DasGeneral"] [member="Armand Temi"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Armand took the lightsaber but then set it down on one of the examination tables along with his carrying case. The Hapan opened his case and drew out his portable scanner and while Skirata spoke, he began to scan the medbay for any signs of life or acellular particles that would signal that either the virus or the cure resided in this area.

"Something like that," Armand replied when the Mando asked about his Force signature. "Yes, the way you described it - reading other's thoughts for example - that's one manifestation of The Force. But the practice of being a Jedi is more complicated." Armand stopped his scanning and looked at Skirata. "I'm just a Padawan and in training myself but I could connect you with a teacher if you're interested."

He moved to the far end of the room and began picking up similar traces of acellular particles as he did when they found the virus. "Ah-ha," he said aloud and went to a bank of cabinets against the back wall of the medbay. "I may have found something." He opened the cabinets and scanned everything in it, examining his readings. "And yes, I'm aware of the Rebel Alliance but do not know much about the organization. But first tell me Mr. Prudii... why the alias? What do you have to hide, my friend.?"

[member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Wan Min Brightsky]

Wan Min walked outside to meet Ornil. "Mister Ornil, you are welcome to salvage on three of the fighters and one shuttle if you wish. I've got the other three fighters and the second shuttle, splitting this part of the salvage fifty-fifty is fair enough."

"As for the cure, we need to find out where the captain hid the vials. Ale and I won't be allowing that virus off this ship without the related cure. Hell, I don't want to let it off the ship at all. But, I want to make sure that Mister Temi has time to find his cure before we destroy the virus samples. If its hidden, we need to find it and quickly."

Min pressed her comm button and signaled Temi, "Mister Temi, this is Wan Min. Mister Ornil just informed me that the captain hid the vials of the Sith Plague cure somewhere, we're going to try to find it. You and Skirata start looking around the med bay area, the rest of us will start looking around in the crew quarters and other areas," Min said.

She looked back to Ornil. "Well, did our little droid friend there tell you where the Captain hid the cure?"

[member="Armand Temi"] [member="Lenix Ornil"]

 

[Armand Temi]

As Armand waited for Skirata to respond to his question, he heard Ms. Brightsky in his EVA comlink letting him know that the virus cure was indeed hidden on the ship. Well this is good news, he thought. He was still getting a scanner reading on the cabinets he stood in front of. He opened the cabinet doors and saw more vials of lab samples tucked away behind various surgical equipment and medical supplies. Before touching the samples, he gently withdrew the flmsi films that accompanied them. Reading over the details, he realized that he had found samples of the virus which had mutated to the point of impotence. According to the flimsi films this was a non-virulent strain, perhaps the earlier manifestation of the more potent strain of the hemorrhagic fever. Hoping the flimsi films were correct, Armand withdrew one of the fully contained samples by hand, not as fearful as before, and went to put it in his carrying case along with the earlier samples.

[member="DasGeneral"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

"Well now that i have told you that much, I might as well tell you everything." He looked over at Armand. "I am part of the Rebel Alliance faction. I joined because I wanted to help people, and to do what is right. For me knowing that I am helping whoever I can, Just feels good." He told Armand. "And the other reason I made an alias is because I might have been able to snag the ownership of Merr-Sonn. This being a Tier II corporation for now, is really a wide spread company, and as such, it would make me a priority target for those who hate the Alliance." He paused for a moment. So what did you find now? he said checking the storage bins at the ends of the beds. There were 3 Full sets of Old Republic armor, 4 standard lightsabers, 2 doublesabers, and 3 Blaster rifles; Each, Ironically were stamped with a Merr-Sonn logo. There were also 3 Blaster pistols, but they were blastech. He then went around to the cabinets to aid in the search for the cure after placing the weapons in his bag, he hadn't known that when he had signed on, he would've been facing something so deadly, and he wasn't about to let it get to him either. They would find a cure, he was sure of it. "I hope it is the cure for the virus. or something that could allow our bodies to form an immunity to it at least." He stated hopefully.
[member="Armand Temi"]

 

[Lenix Ornil]

"Thankyou very much! These will fetch a great amount. In return I can help you

"That's the great thing! The cure is inside our little friend's cargo compartment. R5 scanned him whilst I was tuning his systems and found biological material inside. Only problem is, it's locked harder than a dor to a slicer's cell. The thing is voice activated, watch. T3? Open cargo access."

A metallic, but familiar voice of the captain buzzed out 'Voice Key Incorrect'.

"Without the voice key I'd have to tear this guy apart..."

[member="Armand Temi"] [member="DasGeneral"] [member="Alena"]

 

[Armand Temi]

"Look for all we know, we are immune to the virus. Remember all of this happened at the end of the Galactic Cold War," Armand said motioning to the room. "We will never actually know how deadly it is until we test it." He looked at Skirata and quickly added, "I mean in a lab, you know. I'm not a barbarian!"

Armand sighed. "But I'm afraid our other compatriots won't allow that to happen." The Hapan scientist sounded more resigned now. He noticed the Mando taking some of the weapons and he realized he had been so hyper-focused on the bio-matter that he wasn't even taking advantage of the ancient relics like the rest of the crew. Armand found some antique surgical equipment but aside from a pair of outdated healy grippers there wasn't much he could salvage from the medbay. "We should probably catch up with the others," he said. This time when the Hapan snapped his carrying case shut, he activated a combo lock of which only Armand knew the combination.

"What other factions are the Rebels aligned with in the galaxy?"

[member="Verd Skirata"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="Alena"] [member="DasGeneral"] [member="Zaahir Asad"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

"Well as for right now we are currently alligned with The Galactic republic, The Mandolorians, and those who don't control their people like mindless slaves, like the one sith." he thought for a moment. "Would you be willing to join the Alliance? we need smart people with level heads in the group, like you. We are currently undergoing a struggle with the Red Ravens, just an fyi."He started towards the door, when he noticed a datapad laying on the floor, where none but the most observant would notice it. he picked it up and tried turning it on, when it didn't power on, he pulled a micro power generator out of his equipment pouch and used the correct cable to plug the pad in. when it came to life he noticed that it was actually a datapad with a holo projection system. The holo played on powerup, stating "This is Captain Varik, I have had to take drastic security measures to ensure the safety off the cure to the sith plauge. We had to destroy all but three vials of the cure in attempt to keep them safe, we left the immunization vials in the cabinets to fool the Sith into thinking we only discovered a way to immunize, not cure. If you are watching this, I have triple encrypted a file on this ship's main database, in hopes of someone on our side reaching this ship. As it is, the sith are already pushing my men and our Jedi escourts back to the cargo hold, and the med bay, I can't hold this ship any longer, and I fear there is'nt any way to save us. I have opted to vent the Ship of all atmosphere and hopefully present the republic with the cure some day. The files are encrypted to maximum possible extent, and hold the knowledge of the key to getting The cure. you must plug this datapad into the mainframe to retrieve said files. Best of luck, and even though the force isn't with us, may it be with you. This is Captain Varik Signing off." "Sounds like we are going to the mainframe then, my friend."He paused. "Miss Brightsky, I believe Armand and I may have found the cure, or rather a way to retrieve the cure. Meet us at the mainframe in five minutes with the rest of the group and we will show you what we found. Prudii out!"
[member="Armand Temi"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="DasGeneral"] [member="Alena"]

 

[Armand Temi]

"Sounds interesting, Mr.Skirata. I would be curious to know more about your group. As for the Red Ravens..." Armand thought for a minute. "It sounds familiar but I'm not sure from where." He shrugged. "Once we're off this wreck let's discuss over a stimcaf or dinner. I could offer your group my medical services if needed."

Once the Hapan padawan watched the holo, he said, "We need an expert technologist for this job. Unfortunately I'm not experienced with hacking into mainframes. "Oh and Ms. Brightsky," added Armand after Skirata's transmission. "Do we have anyone on board who is a slicer?"

[member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="DasGeneral"] [member="Alena"] [member="Zaahir Asad"] [member="Verd Skirata"]